Depth of Mind

I don't know it's not there,

it's been missing so long...

I can't find what I seek

If I don't know what's gone

And I can't settle down

when I feel it's not there...

Should I open my mouth?

Can I speak? Do I dare?

And I try, but believe me!

The path is not clear!

In the way are my demons...

and Darkness, my fear

Her gaunt skeletons haunt me,

and make no mistake-

when their joints start to rattle

my mind, my bones ache

in the show of companionship

she seeks to draw

from my heart; her

self-loathing leaves tender thoughts raw

and submissive. I wonder;

I'm desolate, yes...

and then hands touch my mind,

grasp my thoughts, and caress

my intentions; my plans

start to fade, and her touch

is persuasive; Simplicity's

pull is too much

to ignore; But lo!

Foresight awakens, confused,

and she can't see so far

that she's willing to choose

a direction; for who knows

where shadow-paths lead?

Her sisters in earnest

want judgement; they plead

She looks warily; Simple

and Dark seem too close

to comparison's comfort,

when they should oppose

In philosophy: but then,

who knows what is right?

We are one, though we

sometimes conflict and do fight

Now the three of them pause,

and as parts of the whole

they can sense someone's missing:

a key to the soul

Once they find her, they gather;

my Purpose, a heap

of mysterious beauty

and stillness...she sleeps

and until she awakens,

they won't know what's true

and just what (til I know how or why)

do I do?